Genshin Impact: I'm The Envoy of Snezhnaya
Chapter 377: Oh, My Rex Lapis
When handing this narrative poem to Barbatos, Bai Luo kept watching the other party's expression.
As a qualified intelligence agent, judging information from a target's expression is an essential skill.
But to Bai Luo's disappointment, the other party didn't show any unusual emotion toward the poem. The interested look was just like when Tartaglia first met him—there wasn't much feeling behind it. Just simple curiosity.
"Not bad as a narrative poem. If I adapt it a bit, I might make a lot of money. Did you write it?"
Whether Barbatos's acting was too good or he truly didn't understand what the poem meant, aside from showing clear interest, he didn't reveal much else.
Since it came from the system, Bai Luo didn't believe it was something ordinary. The chance that Barbatos was acting seemed much higher. After all, in the game's story, this guy's habit of holding back had always been criticized.
"You don't know whose story this is about?" Bai Luo asked unwillingly.
"I've seen plenty of similar narrative poems, but yours is definitely the most outrageous. Although it's clearly been artificially aged, based on my experience, this thing was rushed out in the past few days at most. You were probably deceived."
Casually opening the poem again and glancing over it, Barbatos said with a hint of regret.
As the God of Wind—who had once made fake documents to tease the God of Contracts—he knew perfectly well how to judge the authenticity of something like this.
He wasn't lying. It really had been produced recently.
"Then… is there a similar god?" Bai Luo still refused to give up.
"Oh dear, you're asking the wrong person. Before becoming the Anemo Archon, I was just one wisp among the Thousand Winds. Even Andrius might know more about this than I do. Why don't… you go ask that old gentleman next door in Liyue? He's highly respected, knowledgeable about ancient and modern times, and surely knows more than me. Most importantly, he's quite easy to talk to."
Shrugging helplessly, Barbatos replied.
He wasn't lying about that either. Stories about his own origins had already been sung to death by Mondstadt's bards.
"Alright then. Thank you, Lord Barbatos."
Bai Luo knew that extracting useful intelligence from this laid-back wind god would be difficult. He simply took the poem back and left, slightly displeased.
"Hey, how about giving me the adaptation rights to this poem? Competition among my peers is fierce lately—I need new material!"
"Do as you like."
"Ehe!"
After walking out of Angel's Share, Bai Luo's expression changed slightly.
Did he really believe Barbatos's nonsense?
Of course not.
If he had obtained it from some Treasure Hoarder or so-called historian, he might have believed the explanation. But the system gave it to him—he didn't think the system would hand him a fake.
From the system's lag-like behavior before the trial, and the crude combat scenes afterward, it was obvious it had spent considerable effort on this poem.
But he also didn't doubt the wind god's words.
What kind of words can deceive a clever person?
Naturally—truth.
But that truth doesn't have to be entirely true. Half-truths mixed with lies are the most misleading.
And the more indifferent Barbatos acted, the more Bai Luo believed there was something special about the poem.
Still, Bai Luo wouldn't follow his suggestion and go find the old gentleman next door who had already changed his name to Zhongli.
In the past, that old man might have leisurely poured tea and explained things to him.
But now… he'd probably start with a meteor from the heavens the moment they met.
He might even throw in a bonus Tartaglia for free.
"I heard there are scholars from Sumeru at the library. Maybe I should pay them a visit later?"
Before that, however, he still had one more thing to do.
…
After the dragon disaster, Mondstadt's recovery work was going fairly well.
But compared to before, the people in the city were no longer as carefree.
Even those who used to drown their sorrows in taverns had become fewer.
People either pulled strings to move to outlying towns like Springvale, or stayed indoors, too afraid to go outside.
Even the bards' songs had changed, becoming tales of Barbatos and Vennessa joining forces to drive away the evil dragon.
Boom—
After setting down a rock several times wider than her own body, Noelle patted the dust off her shoulders, not looking particularly tired. As if what she had just carried wasn't a massive stone, but foam.
"Th-thank you for your hard work…"
The stonemason from Liyue looked at the young girl in front of him, almost blurting out, "Oh—my Rex Lapis!"
When this kind-hearted girl said she could help move the stone, he had assumed she would at least use a cart. He never expected her to do it like this.
"No, you're the one working hard. Would you like me to make some tea? I don't know Liyue tea, but I'm quite good at Mondstadt tea."
After giving a small bow, Noelle said enthusiastically.
To let these foreigners who were helping Mondstadt through its crisis feel the country's warmth, she had specifically asked Acting Grand Master Jean for leave.
Originally, Jean didn't want to approve it, but considering that if Noelle learned about the dragon disaster she would definitely get involved, she simply handed this task over to her entirely.
She had even given Noelle a knight's salute.
That was also one of the reasons Noelle was still so energized.
"You should go rest. We'll handle the rest."
"Oh right! The temporary dormitory arranged by the guild for you hasn't been cleaned yet. Leave that to me! I'll definitely tidy up your rooms before nightfall!"
The stonemason's words reminded Noelle of something else. She bowed again and hurried toward the dormitory.
But halfway there, she seemed to remember something and came back.
The stonemasons, who were about to split the giant rock, instinctively looked at her, unsure what she intended to do.
Noelle first bowed, then reached out with her right hand.
A spiked club appeared in her grip.
Boom—
With a single swing, she smashed the stone.
The massive rock shattered on impact.
The broken pieces were perfectly sized—just right to be used as bricks for repairing the city wall.
The stonemasons only needed to do a bit of polishing before they could be used. It was considerate to the extreme.
The stonemasons from Liyue stared in stunned silence.
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